Since skyrocketing our sexuality into uncharted territory, the surreal, the improbable, and the unbelievable have become my daily companions. We abandoned ourselves to the unquenchable amorous urges of new lovers, groping, smooching, fucking, and flirting throughout the day.
I felt rejuvenated by the insatiable lust pumping through my 63-year-old body. Like a hungry wolf, drooling to sink his teeth into tender flesh, I spotted my prey standing at the kitchen counter. I dropped to the floor and crept toward my gorgeous wife. Her feminine scent wafted into me, an aromatic aphrodisiac stimulating my arousal. As I lingered in her erotic perfume, my hardened rod pulsed between my legs. The wolf emerged, eager to satisfy his primal hunger. Standing, I enfolded her in a tight embrace as I snarled in her ear. “I want you now.” Her trembling body pressed into me as I bent her forward, lifted her sundress, and shoved my raging cock into her warmth. I held myself deep inside her, feeling her vaginal walls drawing me in deeper. We held still, savouring the subtle, electric tremors emanating from our genitals.
I rocked my pelvis, sliding my erection in and out of her velvet sheath. As I increased my speed, we ascended towards the summit of our pleasure. I watched for her cue and before she peaked, I stopped, holding myself deep inside her quivering loins. She tried rocking her hips, but I pinned her against the counter. In frustration, she cried, “Why did you stop? I was so close. Please fuck me. I need to cum. Please, baby, I need you to fuck me now. Why won’t you fuck me?”
I grinned. “Just notice what is happening to your body. How your pussy aches for cock and your clit yearns for touch. Enjoy it. Let it feed your lust. Fuck… I love seeing you horny. I’m so turned on knowing you are ready and willing to play anytime. I think going to the club is the best thing we’ve ever done for ourselves, and I never want us to stop, so tomorrow night we are playing out a new fantasy.”
The wolf within me licked his lips as I watched my impaled spouse squirm against my hardness. Oh, how I wanted to ram her, destroying her pussy on the way to our simultaneous orgasms. I held back the surging need for release, pulled out, smacked her ass, and tucked myself back into my shorts. “No cumming for either of us until tomorrow night.”
As we prepared for our evening at the sex club, I walked up to Bella and said, “Tonight they are having a special event and I want you to submit to whatever I command. If, for any reason, you want things to stop, your safe word is turquoise.” She nodded in submissive silence. “I want you to dress like a horny, innocent slut.” I commanded.
The club was hosting a special BDSM event, including demonstrations of various bondage techniques. Although we liked the idea, we had only dipped our toes into this arena a few times. When I saw the event advertised on their bulletin board, I became aroused and thought it was a kink we could explore more intently.
We arrived early to ensure we had good seats for the presentation. Bella wore a pleated plaid skirt, which barely sheltered her naked pussy from view. Her unbuttoned white blouse parted open from her navel, offered momentary glimpses of her erect nipples. The white knee-high socks, ‘Mary Jane’ flats, and pigtails punctuated the innocent naughty schoolgirl image. Wow, she looked hot. As we walked through the club, I noticed there were many provocatively dressed women milling about. Displays of breasts swelling above corsets, collars encircling elongated female throats, and black leather concealing erogenous mysteries dominated my view. The atmosphere buzzed with anticipation. We found some front-row seats and settled in just as the presenter walked in and picked up the microphone.
“Good evening, folks, my name is Master Mike. I’m here to explain some of the bondage techniques I like to use. For the past 18 years, I have enjoyed the pleasures of BDSM as a professional Dom. I currently have 9 subs servicing my needs. Cassandra and Victoria are two of the most advanced subs in my harem.” Yeah, yeah, I thought, enough of the self-accolades. Let’s get on with the demonstration.
His sub, Cassandra, entered the room and knelt at Mike’s feet, offering her body to her master. He proceeded to bind her in a hog-tie position and finished the job by forcing a sizable butt plug up her tiny anus.
He left her writhing on the floor and called Victoria to lie on her back next to her submissive partner. After he lashed her wrists and ankles to a spreader bar, he gagged her and inserted a massive dildo into her gaping pussy.
He announced he had one more rigging: he wanted to try on a new volunteer. I could feel Bella squirming as she rubbed her hand against her dripping pussy.
“I knew this would turn you on. Go ahead, baby, put your hand up. You know you want to. I want you to. Go ahead Bella, I love you. It’s okay, have some fun.” I encouraged.
She stood up, walked up to Mike, and offered herself for the next technique. I couldn’t sit still. My heart pumped furiously, engorging my cock to its capacity. The uncomfortable throbbing pressure against my jeans forced me to stand. Aware that we were a couple, Mike invited me to assist with the procedure. Inhaling deeply, I centered myself and stood beside Bella. Followed by a series of wraps, twists, and knots, my wife’s bound form swung 3 feet above the ground. Four anchor points held her horizontal body in mid-air. Her hands were bound behind her head to a rope suspending her shoulders and chest, while the second rope supported her abdomen. He had attached each bent and bound leg to the other two supports, which kept her legs gaping open. He attached a gag and blindfold, rendering Bella into full submission.